C'est Moi

Me, being a good boy, studying/reading in my bathroom.

My Last Day is Tomorrow!

THANK THE LORD!

My last day at Quiznos Sub is tomorrow! Too bad I'm working from 8-4. So it sucks because it's all day. And I have to work with this new girl... she's... alright. EH. I'll keep my opinions to myself. But anyway, everyone good for the morning crew is leaving. So I don't know how it's going to go down next week when none of us are there. Whatevs.

Well anyway, I should get ready for bed. I actually need to wake up early tomorrow. FUN. I leave you with a picture from me and Heather's short trip to Boston, with the Wilks brothers. How cute, huh?

I Apologize...

...For yesterday's entry. It's my way of venting. But I was pissed off yesterday.

And I'd like to point out another thing - later on, it's like nothing happened. I hate that. There's no resolution or anything. It's like the ending of the book was cut off and we're left with a pile of problems that just stack up. Whatever, good for you those who got that metaphor thing ish.


Anyway, it's another entry about my impatience to move in! Here's a sneak pic. It's the view of my kitchen from the other side, by the window. Where I'm standing is where my bar table will go. And that's Heather standing in the doorway. The current tenant is still living there, hence all the stuff.








This is my shelving unit that I got at Ikea. It's made by Enetri. The metal part I got is silver, and the boards are white.

This is the chest of drawers that I also got form Ikea. It's made by Hemnes. Except that they're not selling it anymore. Good thing I got it when it was on sale

(which is why they put it on sale). Haha.

This is the bar table I got, made by Bjorkudden. It's pretty sweet. And tall/high. Which is what I like. It's going to go in my kitchen.

And to accompany my pretty table, I got two of these stools made by Anssi. I cannot freaking wait to move in!!! Less than a week...

Fuck This Shit

I fucking hate my brother.

He's going to end up hitting his kids.

Maybe that's harsh, but it may or may not be true. I don't know.


Right now I just wish I could close my eyes and when I opened them I was in my apartment, everything unpacked, all my furniture set up, all the business stuff done and setup, and no one else but me. I wish I was in Boston right now. I wish I wish I wish I wish.

But where has wishing gotten anyone? No where. People can wish and pray all they want, but it's not going to help anymore than they want it to. All it does is give the person wishing or praying a sound mind for themselves. Reassurance and hope. Oh well. I don't believe in that.

Ugh fuck this shit, moving back is LONG fucking overdue.